I fancy that although Jack Wilshere's stunning strike was truly something special to behold, the fact that it topped the charts, above the likes of Charlie Adam's effort from inside his own half, in MOTD's Goal of the Season, is more testament to the numbers of internet savvy Gooners and our efforts to ensure a sufficient number of clicks and tweets to win Jack this annual accolade. Nevertheless, even if Jack's goal against the Baggies wasn't the very best, I think everyone present yesterday will agree that our first-half display was some of the most entertaining football we've witnessed all season.

I did my utmost to avoid reports of the celebrations in Chelsea today and I certainly hope we don't blow our opportunity to trump these with our own trophy parade next weekend

COYG

Bernard

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The
Gunners signed off with a sumptuous first-half of mesmerizing football against
the Baggies, thereby guaranteeing that they’ll be wearing their flip-flops for
a few weeks longer this summer, not having to don their football boots and
psyche themselves up so soon, for such an immensely influential Champions
League qualifier.

Having
grown accustomed to the necessity of negotiating this life or death crapshoot,
after scraping over the line into the top four in recent seasons, it will be
interesting to see whether this most pleasingly significant consequence of our
3rd placed finish has a positive impact on our next campaign.

Mind
you, with Walcott and Wilshere both seemingly pulling their fingers out, in
order to put themselves in the frame for next Saturday’s Wembley finale,
Theo’s hat-trick and Jack’s vicious volley put the kibosh somewhat on what I
was planning to say.

More talented young genes than you can shake a stick at!

Prior
to bringing the Premiership curtain down with the sort of beautiful football
that had the crowd appreciatively billing and cooing, the previous three home
games without a single Arsenal goal amounted to the driest spell on home turf
since 2011. If the season had petered out with a similarly lamentable display,
instead of Sunday's sparkling first-half performance, I’m not sure many Gooners
would’ve lingered on after the final whistle, for the now obligatory “lap of
appreciation”.

Yet
it would’ve made for a certain symmetrical conclusion, with us finishing off
this season with the same pitiful rash of dropped points against lesser
opposition that we endured at the commencement of this campaign. After securing
our passage into Champions League proper for an astonishing 17th successive
season, with a slender 1-0 win over Beksitas back in August, this was followed
by our worst start to a domestic season, since we were passing “the Dutchie on
the left-hand side” (back in 1982).

There’s
no hiding from the disappointment of our title ambitions evaporating before the
leaves had even turned brown. With fisticuffs breaking out amongst our own
travelling faithful, as the enmity between the AKBs and the WOB (Arsène Knows
Best and Wenger Out Brigade) reached boiling point, at times it felt as if it
was only the instant, energized impact of our very own Duracell Rabbit, Alexis
Sanchez, that was almost singlehandedly keeping the club afloat.

The
consensus of opinion suggests that it was the manner of our victory up at Man City
that was the cornerstone of our remarkable turnaround in 2015, where a more
mature and uncharacteristically conservative triumph indicated that the Gunners
might’ve finally appreciated the failings of our more traditional gung-ho
tactics.

Truth
be told, as is more often the case with the beautiful game, it was a mere
stroke of good fortune that proved to be “the magic bullet”. Arsène was left
with such a dearth of defensive midfield options when Arteta’s season hit the
long-term injury skids that he had little choice but to recall Coquelin back
from his loan spell at Charlton. Almost overnight, Le Coq went from being a
mere benchwarmer at the Valley, to suddenly becoming our Makelele-like midfield
lynchpin, the absence of which has long been pointed to as the primary cause of
us being the Premiership’s “nearly men” for far too long.

Yet
as Franny firmly established himself as the most essential player on Wenger’s
teamsheet and the midfield enforcer responsible for us finding a consistent run
of domestic form that engendered false hopes of a title charge in the last
furlong, it was our premature exit from the European stage that was undoubtedly
this season’s most devastating low-point.

Such
is the Arsenal’s habit of carelessly finished second in the Champions League
group stage and being expected fallers at the first knockout hurdle against a
Galáctico outfit that it felt as if fate had finally favoured us with a “leg
up” towards the big-eared prize, when we drew moneybags Monaco out of the hat.
Sadly the Gunners were guilty of throwing Lady Luck’s consideration straight
back in her face, with our devastatingly naïve capitulation on home turf
against this mediocre French mob.

This
particular defeat highlighted the most obvious deficiencies in our squad. Coquelin’s
form might’ve temporarily quelled the eternal clamour for a midfield behemoth,
but when Wenger hooked Giroud, to save our French centre-forward from further
embarrassment, compared to all our competitors who have a choice of four
strikers, we possess a positively laughable lack of attacking options.

However
it’s Arsène’s infuriating efforts to solve our goal-minding issue on the cheap
that must rank as le Gaffer’s most obvious blind spot, with his seemingly
endless string of half-decent shot-stoppers. With the likes of De Gea,
Courtois, Lloris and Hart amongst the glut of great goalies contributing 10, 12
points per season to their club’s cause, surely it must eventually dawn upon
even our old dog that he needs to go out and spend whatever it takes to buy us
one of the best in the business?

Nevertheless, it seems a tad churlish of
me to be chucking my toys out of the pram, when most footie fans would give
their eye-teeth for a top three finish, never mind wearing our yellow ribbons
to a Cup Final encore in the very merry month of May.